i've smoked the finest weed.
2004-11-18 @ 9:47 a.m.

i dreamt that i was wearing the dress i'm wearing now. i looked down at my legs and laughed at all the horrific bruises i had on my legs, around my knees and up my thighs. i didn't remember that dream until i found this little bruise on my knee just now, but when i got up this morning i put this dress on without thinking. that's a little funny. scott promised to take care of me in the absence of jessica. mike promised to make concessions of finance, that we might afford to feel as close as possible. at first he suggested things like webcams, mix tapes, long distance phone calls and letters with stickers. eventually it came around to flat screen televisions that play videos of jessica twenty four hours a day. my weeping, sobbing pathetic body became seized with an absurd kind of laughter, and i fell right back into my own tears. the spectacle of it all left mike gritting away his own laughter and i acknowledge my own rediculousness. digressing, it's time to go to work.

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